When I was ten, my father indoctrinated me into the family.
A
brotherhood who would fight, protect, and give their lives for one
another. A club whose ties ran thicker than blood, murkier than the dirt
and grime that tainted my soul. Stronger than the bonds that connected
me to my own family.
A band of brothers, where loyalty was kept and paid in a currency of blood.
When I was twenty-seven, I betrayed that brotherhood.
I’ve spent every day since running, avoiding paying back that debt.
My name is Daniel Johnson. I have betrayed everyone I ever loved.
And I’ll betray her too.
This is my story—if you’re screwed up enough to want to read it.
Warning: Kick
contains graphic violence, profanity, drug use, and explicit sexual
situations of a taboo nature. Intended for an 18+ audience only. Not
intended for pussies.
Some of the most difficult reviews to
write are for books that are well-written and contain all the right elements
but don’t quite pack the punch I was anticipating. Sadly, despite its gritty
bikers, dark themes, tons of action, revenge, and hot sex, Kick ended up being one of these kinds of reads for me – a good
read but not a great one.
Now before you go getting your panties
in a bunch, I’m not saying that Kick
wasn’t any good because it was. Ms. Jenner has a lovely writing style that made
reading the book enjoyable. I had no problem keeping up with the storyline and
Kick’s character development as she moved from present events to past events –
Ms. Jenner excelled at insuring that her readers would know when in time we
were during Kick’s life as we learned how his past had shaped him. As the
details regarding Lauren unfolded, I felt badly for Kick. I understood his
pain, his need for revenge, his heartache – but I never connected with him and actually
felt his pain. For me, it was my inability to connect with Kick that I believe prevented
it from being a great read.
Through Kick’s story, Ms. Jenner takes
the reader on an action-packed blood bath as he tries to help Indie extract
revenge while he tries to find redemption. I was fascinated with how the
storyline regarding Indie’s abduction played out and loved her final act of
revenge – so very fitting. As much as I enjoyed Indie’s character and seeing
how she grew and survived after the abduction, I was no more successful in
connecting with her than I was with Kick’s character. It wasn’t until the
Epilogue that I finally felt a connection with Kick and Indie and it just was
just too late at that point, hence my 3-star rating. Kick is a solidly written book that is going to have a lot of rabid
fans – the good kind – and I am disappointed that I won’t be joining their
ranks. This is definitely one of those books that I recommend you check out for
yourself, especially if you enjoy dark and gritty MC books, because you may
just your next series to stalk.
I pick up a cup of cold, stale, black coffee and chug it
down. It tastes like shit, so I screw the cap off of a bottle of Jack and chase
the black filth with the burn of amber. I set it back on the table while the
familiar click of my gun being cocked echoes through my small room. I laugh. Fucking ballsy bitches make me hot.
“Hands in the air, and turn around. Slowly,” the woman
says through a scratchy throat. I do as she asks, mostly because I want to keep
my spine intact, but also partly because bitches with guns are fucking hot, and
I’m hard as a rock just thinking about the way she’s gonna look with a pistol
trained on me.
She’s been busy while I was out, rummaging through my
drawers and finding a pair of loose tracksuit pants. They’re rolled at the
waist, so much that it makes her look pregnant. That, combined with her crazy
fuckin’ cat lady hair and the filth covering her body, makes her look like a
homeless person.
I smile and clasp my hands behind my head. Her eyes rove
over me, taking in my size. She’s checking me for the arsenal I so obviously
have stashed away in my fucking worn, faded jeans. She’s not checking me out
and dreaming about me taking her rough and hard on my fucking scratched-up
dining table, but I still get a fucking boner out of having her eyes roam all
over me.
“Pick up the keys, and open the door,” she commands.
“If you run, they’ll shoot you.”
“Pick up the fucking keys.”
I snatch up the keys and lob them at her, hard enough that
she has to twist out of the way. She cries out as she does, proving to me that
her ribs are definitely injured, maybe even cracked. I lunge at her. Shoving
her back against the bed, I land on top of her, warding off her blows with one
hand and squeezing her wrist with the other until she drops the gun on the
floor.
“Get off me!” she screams.
“You’re not leaving this clubhouse,” I whisper in her ear
as she struggles beneath me. “The best you can hope for is to play nice and I
might decide to keep you as a house mouse. But if you piss me off, and if you
pull on me with my own gun again, your life will be so much worse. You thought
the dentist was fucked up? Baby, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve lived
inside my fantasies for a day. So if I were you, I’d be really fuckin’ careful
about how you play your next move.”
Carmen
Jenner is a thirty-something, USA TODAY
Best Selling Author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent. She's also a compulsive, flagrant
prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.
While
Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town
just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something
more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though.
If they
did, you can be sure she would have never left.
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